Chapter 74: Late Game Must Guarantee Unsolvable Growth
Yonglan’s harsh words were not delivered with a strong tone, as if he were calmly stating a predetermined fact.
He possessed such confidence, and Enesyin believed in him even more.
Jiali, however, kept smiling, tilting her head.
“By our hands? What about us?”
Yonglan replied with an all-too-reasonable tone:
“Of course, we’ll be involved. We’re a team with shared destinies. When I say ‘by our hands,’ everyone is included… but remember to leave the final blow to me. I’m a late-game player, needing to guarantee unsolvable growth.”
The Vampire girl’s smile deepened, her clear and beautiful face lighting up.
“Planning the assassination of a Fiend will undoubtedly add a glorious stroke to my honor. It’s truly interesting, I must give my all.”
The three returned to their base on the outskirts of Thousand. The Casterly Court automatons immediately swarmed them.
“Your Excellency!”
The golden-haired automaton commander asked,
“The Arcane Master Guild has collapsed. Was it you?”
Yonglan gazed into the distance, seeing that the Arcane Master Guild, which had hindered their progress, had evaporated on the spot. Almost the entire colossal structure had turned to dust under Mirror-Corroding Duke’s attack, leaving only two lone towers on either side, spared due to their extreme marginality.
The so-called Barrier Artifice seemed as fragile and ludicrous as butter under a hot knife before that sword strike.
Yonglan immediately sneered, “No, that was the commotion when the Fiend struck us. The Guild’s destruction was merely incidental.”
“Oh, Your Excellency has just revived?”
The golden-haired automaton paused for a moment, seemingly in surprise, before nodding.
Yonglan’s ability to repeatedly revive was, of course, a sensible mechanic within the game Sams. However, if one insisted on an explanation, it was simple.
Resurrection wasn’t an incredible feat in ancient times. The laws of life and death in this world had long been broken. Some lives would suddenly perish, while others simply wouldn’t die.
However, most of the so-called “immortality” was actually the result of the Fiend’s cursed domain twisting them into the living dead. Even those undead who didn’t become puppets of Fiends would lose their sanity with each revival, losing a part of their “humanity” with every death.
As for Yonglan and his companions… as Godslayers, they naturally possessed immunity to the Fiend’s Authority! Otherwise, how could they contend with the great enemies of the mortal realm!
Even the scholars of the Casterly Court, the automatons wouldn’t speculate too much – since the advent of the Fiends, too many things had overturned their understanding. If they were to indulge their curiosity in every matter and demand exhaustive explanations, the Casterly Court simply couldn’t function.
The Alchemical Dolls did not possess the same desperate pursuit of truth as their masters; fundamentally, they were quite pragmatic.
Thus, the golden-haired automaton immediately changed the subject, asking,
“Has the Fiend lurking within the inner ring of Thousand taken direct action? If so, do we still need to continue our advance?”
“Of course, we do! Why wouldn’t we continue?!”
Yonglan waved his hand without hesitation, ordering the vanguard to dispatch more troops immediately.
“Don’t worry, the Fiend won’t attack again. That scoundrel is simply too arrogant, viewing us as ants. In that case, we’ll just have to crush its abode ourselves and draw it out for a confrontation.”
Enraged, Yonglan only wanted to regain his honor and issued a firm order to advance.
Thus, the frontline continued to push towards the core of Thousand. Thanks to the destruction of the Arcane Master Guild, the defense system in the surrounding area was almost completely paralyzed.
The vanguard could pass unimpeded, establishing forward bases one after another.
After this slow progress continued for some time, the reinforcements organized by Doria, Yizilot, and others finally arrived at Thousand.
First, they expressed their shock at the success achieved by the vanguard, and then they merged with the vanguard, joining the liberation of Thousand.
With the support of the Casterly Court’s main force and the Chevaliers Kingdom of Burefawa, the efficiency of the advance greatly increased.
It was somewhat out of character for Yonglan. In the past, he would never have allowed others to covet his prey; he would have killed them all himself, no matter how many there were.
Let me have all the experience, thank you!
But times were different. Yonglan indeed needed quite a few helpers.
Firstly, destroying defensive systems like Autonomous Golems wouldn’t significantly boost Spirit Matter growth. Looking around, Thousand had hundreds of similar defensive systems.
Playing Tower Defense a few times for fun was enough. If he had to fight them all himself, even the strongest passion would be extinguished by such tedious and repetitive experiences. Therefore, Yonglan only insisted on personally killing enemies like Evil Spirit Arcane Masters.
On the other hand, Yonglan also needed others to find clues sufficient for Godslaying within the vast Thousand. A city of this scale absolutely couldn’t be explored by a three-person team.
In a direct confrontation, he feared, possibly, perhaps, he might not be Mirror-Corroding Duke’s match. This Celestial God was not a fallen phantom; he was stronger than the Mad Hunt Heaven and possessed his own intellect, making tactical approaches difficult.
Condense the Past could not extract equipment with a Divinity-targeting attribute, leaving him at his wit’s end.
However, as before, since the narrator had not subtly reminded him to avoid the enemy’s鋒芒, and since Shariel believed he could do it, there must be some mechanism that could defeat Mirror-Corroding Duke. He would search every inch of Thousand to find it!
…
Pillar of the Holy, Chang.
While making thrilling preparations for Godslaying in Sams, Yonglan did not forget his real-world affairs.
It wasn’t about knocking boots! Or rather… it was more than just that. On one hand, Yonglan leveraged Ate’s residual influence to provide guarantees for the Atoner Faction’s Demonkin, allowing many Hrams to reclaim their Black Crowns. On the other hand, he participated in the martial arts competitions organized by Chang.
These competitions were held to grant the title of Champion to the winners. They occurred annually, and many such events existed. This was not exploiting loopholes; any competition of a certain scale with fair judgment could satisfy the conditions.
Compared to the promotion requirements for Hero and True King, the conditions for the previous Tiers were not strict at all.
Although Yonglan did not need to complete the prerequisites for his promotion, he absolutely would not let go of an opportunity to showcase his skills in the real world after a long time.
In reality, his strength was far from the exaggerated level it reached in Sams. The opponents in the martial arts competitions were quite diverse, including local garrison officers, private mercenaries, and even Saintly Monks.
Yonglan’s victories were frequent, with only a few losses, which occurred when he encountered Saintly Monks. This also gave Yonglan a profound understanding of what the Stats of a superior race meant.
Then, one morning, as Yonglan woke up feeling refreshed, he stood by the window and took out his phone, only to be bombarded with messages.
Zhenxian: [Something big has happened, you need to see this!]
The mature woman with gray hair sent him a confidential internal link, asking him to open it.
When the link opened, Yonglan saw the exquisite and beautiful face on the screen and was stunned.
“Enesyin?”
